You wouldn't want to know what this is.

“Sup y’all?” A tall
guy with a slight Texan accent peered over a petite figure slouched on a desk
in the dark.

“Stuff,” a dainty
voice came out from the small figure. The graceful movement of her arms or the
delicate clicking of the keyboard gave away much of what she was doing. To say
the least, she was typing at the speed of 105 words per minute; a fairly fast
speed for the generation X.

“Work?,” The man,
although still with a teenage built, a man nonetheless, extended his neck with
a lot of curiosity in his eye to have a clearer view of the monitor.

“Derek, wear your
glasses. And no, this isn’t really work. I’m just finishing up the script for
my YouTube story.” The figure turned around to face the man. The light revealed
a girl, presumably Asian judging by her skin color. Streaks of gold embellished
her dark brown hair which elegantly framed her face. Her slightly kinky eyes,
even behind her own spectacles, evidently curled up to her expression of
delight. She handed him a carrying case, gave him an adorable smile, and
returned to her computer.

“Whoa! Is that my
name, Bree?” Derek exclaimed as he fixed the rim of his glasses. He
straightened his back and squinted to get a better focus. Even if the desk was
in the standard measurement, his height of 6 foot and 2 inches proved the
distance far enough for viewing. He pulled a revolving chair beside Bree and
rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Ummm…your hair is
kinda heavy, love.” He gave him a quick peck on the cheek before giving his
head a gentle shove. For a second, he stayed away and then he buried his chin
deep into her clavicle. “Hey! That tickles…” she screamed through her laughter.

“Shhh…we’re gonna
get complaints again.” Derek ruffled her hair and placed a finger on her lips.
“For the record, not a single neighbor ever complained about my screaming. It’s
those countless sausage fest you guys keep on having.” Bree stuck her tongue
out.

“…and you were
supposed to tell us what not to do.” He winked at her at which she quickly
dejected with a tender slap in his face. “I am not your mother, Derek.” She
gave a small laugh. “You’re too little to be my mother.” He kissed her forehead
and gave her revolving chair a spin. “Really, Derek. I should finish this.” She
grabbed his arm to stop the chair and turned to face the computer screen.

“Through the years,
you haven’t made a script for me.” Derek spun her around and pouted his lips.
“Adorable human being, you can manage on your own. Besides, we’re good with
spontaneity. A script usually inhibits you.” A sly smile drew across her face
before she turned her back on him. Behind two pairs of eyeglasses, the bluish
glow couldn’t mask the playful gleam in their eyes.

***

Meet
Derek Jones and Breanna Rodriguez.

For
more than two years now, they’ve been living under one roof. Sharing the life
of internet fame and adventure, these two have become one of the most famous
couples over the internet. Their works varies from daily vlogs, sketches, song
production, product review, beta testing, to movie appearances.

Derek,
as the fundamental web star of this couple, nabbed title roles in major
collaboration all over the internet. Even though the internet constantly grows
with new trends coming and going, He and his friends managed to stay on top.

Bree,
on the other hand, is a professional scriptwriter. At the age of 18, she moved
to the US for her Summit sponsorship. After her six months sponsorship, she
accepted the both contracts Disney and Google offered her. Her partnership was
proven a good decision after steadily landing one of the highest spot in new
media for her contributions on blogging, beta testing, and product and software
review.

Together,
they star in their own lives published daily on the internet. They are
currently on the top 5 most watched couples. From their daily routine to
special occasions, they do not disappoint their viewers with their outgoing
personalities.

***

Buzz!

“That’s yours. Do
you have a shoot tonight?” Bree’s candle-like fingers pointed to the top shelf.
The cell phone didn’t seize to vibrate as the backlight turned off.

Posted 7 Years Ago

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